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Monthly Archives: August 2016

At school, Brian nearly does a face plant in Jordan’s chest, and finds out irrefutably, that she’s a girl. Embarrassed, and trying to get over it, he gets to class only to find out they are lab partners. Jordan meets the snooty, straight laced Marissa for the first time.

“So, who’s your girlfriend?”

“Not my girlfriend, Marissa.”

“She seems very chummy.”

“Oh?” he wasn’t sure what to say.

“Yes, she’s hanging on you and practically ravaging you in public.” Not only was Marissa popular, she was highly religious and very judgmental.

“That’s because we’re lovers,” Jordan said as she plunked a beaker on the desk. “Brian just rocks my world! Maybe you wouldn’t be such a super, uptight bitch if you found the right guy.”

Marissa turned red and hurried off. Jordan laughed, watching her rush off to her table. She huddled with her lab partner, pointing at Jordan.

The next morning, Brian meets a new student at his bus stop. The person’s name is Jordan Barrett. Dressed in a hoodie, jeans and a bulky coat, Brian can’t tell if Jordan is a boy or girl.

The bus arrived a few minutes later. Brian let Jordan walk on ahead of him. He moved down the aisle and took his usual seat. Since no one else sat with him, Jordan joined him. They talked a little bit on the way to school, but the engine noise made conversation difficult, especially once the bus filled up.

“What’s your first class?” Brian asked Jordan as they got off the bus.

“Chemistry. You?”

“The same. Mr. Sullivan?”

“Yeah. I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“I was sick. Want to walk together? We social pariahs should always travel in pairs.”

Jordan laughed. “Yeah. Thank you. Hey, can you open these lockers? I couldn’t get mine…

Home once more, Brian helps his mother fix dinner. She reminds him that he missed his appointment with the parish priest, but is happy that he’s out with friends. Brian doesn’t dare tell her what is really going on.

They had fun over dinner. Brian hadn’t realized how subdued he’d been the last few weeks. He couldn’t say he was exactly depressed, but he was certainly stressed by the recent events. Having someone else to talk to about it, who understood and didn’t think he was crazy, had made a world of difference.

Brian went to bed early that night, determined to get a better night’s sleep than he had the night before. Fortunately, his rest wasn’t interrupted by nightmares or bears. He woke the next day feeling rested and ready for whatever the world handed him.

Finding a young man in Louisiana, who has reported experiences like his, Brian feels compelled to write him an e-mail asking Andre to call him. He does, and they make plans to meet.

“What I want to know, is what’s going on,” Sweet said. “I mean, it was freaky enough when it was me—then Andre. After that, we found the girls and now you.”

“I saw a website for a girl in Washington state who had experienced similar things,” Brian contributed. There were more, but when I saw Andre’s site, I decided to contact him cause y’all are so close.”

“How much more?” Ginnifer asked, her green eyes wide and circled with kohl.

“I don’t know. But I brought my laptop with me.” Brian unslung the bag he carried. He booted up his system and waited for the internet hookup. Tapping in the commands, he showed them the sites he’d…

Caprilla Mayeese is a giant, sentient cat. The Fellician people are all mercenaries, or provide support in the form of weapons, armor, etc. He and his team have helped Wil on more than one occasion. They arrive at Aolani and invite Wil, Marc and Matilda to dinner. The presence of seven foot cats in the restaurant, takes some patrons by surprise—to say the least.

On his way home from the market, Brian is attacked once more by the swamp creatures and he wrecks his bike. The big, white dog appears again and helps him get away. Curious if anyone else has reported such strange happenings, he finds blog posts from all over the country, from young people who describe adventures just like his own.

Brian’s skin crawled when he read that. It was so similar to his own experience, he couldn’t disavow it. There was an e-mail address at the bottom of the page. Brian clicked it and started writing.

“I think maybe you understand what I’m going through,” he wrote. He described his experiences with the fog column and the fact that the dog had rescued him twice. He even talked about the bear, though he was unsure that the incidents were related.

Airships dropped bombs the locals exchanged gunfire with Galactic Marines Chaos greeted hell as his men advanced. Wil VanLipsig and his men didn t know why this planet was of any interest to their superiors. The tech worked his magic while an impatient colonel watched the landscape turn from a lush jungle to Armageddon.

While shopping, Brian foils two thieves intent upon robbing the store.

Mr. Wilkes gave him back the money he’d paid for the groceries. “You saved me a hell of a lot more than that. You’re my hero, son.”

Brian got on his bike and headed home. He was nearly there when the storm broke. Freezing rain fell in big, fat drops. They slashed in his eyes and trickled down the back of his neck. No matter how he wiped and blinked, it made no difference. He could barely see. Unfortunately there was no really good place to stop. Ditches on both sides of the road were deep and wide. Water ran high and fast in them both. The trees sat far back from the pavement, hunkering in the mud of the swamp.

As he passed, Brian remembered his experience the night before. He thought he saw more of the wraiths…

Needing help with his increasingly bizarre and unique problem (having visions of his daughter, born over 300 years in his past) Wil goes to see his—well, friend is probably too strong a word—someone he doesn’t feel like killing (often). Abudali is a mystic who lives on a frozen world in a very posh cave (for a hermit). He agrees to help Wil, but after some consideration, Wil isn’t sure he’s ready for the type of help Abu has in mind.

Wil’s announcement that he was leaving fell on deaf ears. Abudali ignored what he said and smiled.

“I’m really going,” Wil told him. “I have things to do. I have a schedule to keep.”

“Of course you do. Go then, I won’t keep you.” Instead of arguing, Abu was giving him the brush off.

“Didn’t think you cared, Marc. What do you want? Me or the Trimagnite?”

“I don’t want either of you. If I had my way, I’d have spaced you both, but that wasn’t an option. I’ve been told to contact you and tell you to check your incoming messages. You’ve disabled the pager on your end. Slatterly out.”